Lyrics
[Verse 1]
Got your lunchbox by the door
Blue crayon on the floor
Your sneakers by the stairs
Like you might come back there
I kept the little flag
From the last field day
Your name on every tag
I can't throw away
[Pre-Chorus]
And the house feels taller now
Every room says how
[Chorus]
End of childhood
end of childhood
The porch light's still on
But the moment is gone
End of childhood
end of childhood
I hold your small hand
Then I let it move on
[Verse 2]
Your bikes outgrew the shed
Your cartoons left your head
Now there are keys in drawers
And closed-up bedroom doors
You laugh with your whole face
Then look away so fast
Some part of this old place
Knows nothing ever lasts
[Pre-Chorus]
And the house feels taller now
Every room says how
[Chorus]
End of childhood
end of childhood
The porch light's still on
But the moment is gone
End of childhood
end of childhood
I hold your small hand
Then I let it move on
[Bridge]
I found your paper crown
Faded gold and bent down
I sat with it in my hand
Like I could slow the sand
But your footsteps got new shape
And your name sounds different now
Still, I watch you turn the page
In the doorway of this house
[Chorus]
End of childhood
end of childhood
The porch light's still on
But the moment is gone
End of childhood
end of childhood
I hold your small hand
Then I let it move on
[Outro]
Go on, go on
I'm proud and undone
Go on, go on
My little one
Details
GeneratedJun 6, 2026
Duration3:36
LanguageEnglish
Style
Indie-pop ballad with male vocals, gentle picked acoustic guitar and soft piano; brushy drums enter on the first chorus, verses stay intimate and close-mic, pre-chorus opens with rising piano chords, chorus widens into warm stacked harmonies and soft handclap feel. Airy room reverb, subtle finger squeaks, and a final swell of strings give it a tender, polished glow., ballad, gentle, light, male vocals, pop, acoustic, warm, soft
Credits
Prompt byVirtualTempo504
ModelAria v5.5
Prompt
Indie-pop ballad with male vocals; gentle picked acoustic guitar and soft piano, light brushy drums entering on the first chorus, intimate close-mic verses and warm stacked harmonies endofchildhood
